960 Miles to Havana Part Two
It was May 16th, 2016 and we were taking on 1000 gallons of fuel at the Galveston Yacht basin. It was 5:30 pm. I was hoping for an earlier departure but had a couple of delays
960 Miles to Havana Part Four
The sun had set over the horizon and as darkness draped the Hemingway Marina an inconvenient truth became abundantly clear; we had lost Roberto. It was strange to describe a 56-year-old man as lost.